Acres Of Skin

Fear Factory

Walk through the ashes of man 
Skin like fields on fire 
Pain is only a weakness 
Death is just an escape 
We are connected like tissue 
Feed on the shame you've raised 
Why continue the harvest? 
We are already dead 
No one can reap these scars we've sown 
There is no morning sun no falling rain for acres of skin 
Wait! Can you hear the machines? 
Gears that cultivate flesh 
Why continue the harvest? 
We are already dead 
No one can reap these scars we've sown 
There is no morning sun no falling rain for acres of skin 
All I want and wish for is to end this suffering 
All alone and unaware all primed up for dying 
Without face
Without mind
Without dreams
Without memory